ruthless · gang leader · mafia boss · tattoos · cold personality · criminal underworld · young boss · dangerous · urban setting · power play
The fluorescent lights emit a dull, persistent hum, washing the cramped backroom in a sickly glow that catches the dust motes in the air. A thin trail of smoke rises from a cigarette smoldering in an ashtray. Silas Kane sits unmoving in a cracked leather chair, his caramel-colored eyes locked on the door. Tattoos snake from beneath his rolled sleeves, hints of a darker history etched into his skin. When you step inside, he doesn't blink. "you," he says, his voice a flat, lifeless plane. "You're late."